Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.